Album review here- that you all requested . . . Hrrmmmmm. Try to ignore scathing bitchiness?!?!
- Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeroes @ Webster Hall tonight? Bleh.
- There are HOT GUYS READING BOOKS (GASP!)
- And some serious Food Porn to feast your eyes on (after the hot guys reading books- or if you prefer, before).
-Turns out I’m not the only one who wants to be a mermaid: this lady is 28 and still pretends!
-Garance is in love with an over-priced watch.
-Anna Dello Russo teaser for the scent she’s launching, Beyond, looks like Santa Claus Cinderella lost his her slipper. Christmas tree ornaments for perfume, anyone?
-Tamu McPherson shows us how to rock those Prada chandelier heels for daytime. (Really lovely heel, I lust.)
- Erin Wasson, model-turned-designer-slash-stylist, is supposedly on the outs with RVCA. The label, whom she designs for, has just been bought out by Billabong, and now Rumi Neely of FashionToast name is being dragged into the mud.
-Nine Things Kirstin learned about France and cheese. (yum!)
-Courtney Love launched a style blog with a couple of young hooligans constantly critiquing her. Genius. Pure Genius.
They say there’s no such thing as bad publicity- and they’re right, because now I want to read this book:
Even though this guy was a couple of fries short of a Happy Meal.
Thank you, Post Office of Astoria, for not only holding my packages for me, but providing me with a living, breathing reading list.
Where will you be tonight, Pretty Birds? I’ll be here, flying solo, picnicking, I believe. Keeping things local and calm tonight in the park. 
Remember how I said I was going to bring back my gold chains, black leather, and black and gold sunnies? I wasn’t joking. Don’t worry, I won’t break out a track suit any time soon, but you might find me in some high tops.
Did I ever tell you all about the time I was in Utah last summer— Washington, Utah, to be exact, like that’s not confusing?— and I was headed to grab some In-N-Out with my family (while visiting an aunt), and some jerkoff cloaked in black, wearing a grim reaper mask, starts dancing all strangely as if he’s Michael Jackson in the parking lot. Of course, this is right around the time Michael Jackson died. So creepy. I swear to you, you know how there are those “only in LA” or “only in New York” moments? This was my “only in Utah” moment.
That’s the un-weekly round up, RogueRanters.
